Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Jordan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Gap Band to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Derrick Morgan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oneida,
Roxette,
In Retrospect,
The Remains,
Yaz,
Judy Mowatt,
FM Einheit,
Franke,
Reagan Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Organ,
Mission of Burma,
Unwound,
Tears for Fears,
Joyce Sims,
Khruangbin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun Ra,
Roger Hodgson,
Joey Negro,
Deakin,
Q and Not U,
Bauhaus,
The Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Arcadia,
Zapp,
Sound Behaviour,
Barry Ungar,
The Grass Roots,
Patti Smith,
The Mummies,
Easy Going,
The Slits,
The Selecter,
Cluster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yusef Lateef,
Angry Samoans,
The Slackers,
E-Dancer,
New Order,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The United States of America,
Connie Case,
Talk Talk,
The Buckinghams,
Brass Construction,
The Misunderstood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Duran Duran,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-Ray Spex,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker,
Section 25,
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You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.